We met again two months after breaking up.
Song Jingchuan's soft and thick hair was pushed away by him, leaving only a few centimeters from the root, standing straight on his scalp, like a hedgehog with thorns all over his body.
He was completely different from the shy and obedient A Jing in Zhou Zhou's memory.
When he saw her, he just smoked a cigarette and said casually: "The party will officially start when my fiancée comes later."
She sent away her stubborn child Lin Nan, and was rear-ended on her way home. What hit her was a gray sports car. As soon as the window was rolled down, the pungent smell of smoke billowed out.
Song Jingchuan sat in the car and asked her with a fierce face: "He stayed at your house for a full 10 hours from 10:40 pm to 8:20 am. What did you do?"
Zhou Zhou left a message, "Take it safe." He turned around and left.
But he entangled her again, hugging her, his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.
"Let's not break up, okay?"
"If you don't like me smoking, I'll quit smoking."
"If you don't like my hairstyle, I'll keep it the way it is."
The first thing Zhou Zhou did when he got home was to give his husband a hug, "Teacher Song! Congratulations on your salary! I finally have my dressing table!"
Song Jingchuan was even more excited than she was, "Honey, I'd like to apply for us to go out for barbecue today!"
"Approved!"
"Go to the restaurant where we met and ate the first day."
Small town bank clerk VS small town rich second generation returnee from overseas (later teacher/poor blogger)
Narration, memories and reality go hand in hand
Under the age of three years old
Purpose: I hope every little broken ship can find its own port